For The Rest of Our Life

Just as Lin Xian's right hand brushed the thin hair on Xiao Wanqing's cheeks, and her nose was almost spraying on her cheeks, Xiao Yunqing reacted and stepped back suddenly. Lin Xian's lips gently rubbed her cheeks...

Her movements were too hasty and sudden, and the pace of retreat was so rapid that she even stiffened.

Lin Xian seemed to be a moment of consternation. In the next second, she stretched out her hand to hold Xiao Wanqing's body and stabilized her. She looked at Xiao Yunqing's face with surprise, as if she was at a loss for a moment. Then she smiled slightly, raised her right hand openly and showed it to Xiao Wanqing, explaining: "I just saw Aunt Xiao, there seems to be some foam in your hair and shoulders, and I want to help you wipe it down." She crooked He tilted his head and said innocently: "Aunt Xiao, don't you say that it feels difficult to wash if it feels dry?"

Xiao Yunqing stiffly stood and stared at the girl's clear and clean eyes, cheeks, the warmth of the girl's red lips accidentally wiped by her movement as if still burning...

Crimson, gradually covered Xiao Wanqing's cheeks, the tip of the ear exposed to the air after Lin Xian lifted her fine hair, and red was about to bleed.

She, just wanted to go wrong... how could she have such a terrible idea? Xiao Wanqing bit her lip.

The girl didn't notice her embarrassment at all, opened her big eyes, blinked, and wondered: "Aunt Xiao, what's wrong with you, I almost fell."

Xiao Wanqing looked away, embarrassed to look straight at Lin Xian's clear eyes, and was in a complicated mood. She unconsciously reached out and stroked her cheek. For a while, her thoughts couldn't run smoothly, and she couldn't imagine how to reasonably explain her behavior. She whispered: "Just..."

Lin Xian saw the retreat of Xiao Wanqing's big move, and there was a flash of loss in his heart. But in the next moment, the warm and tender touch on her lips made her burst into fireworks.

She just, did she accidentally kiss Aunt Xiao's face? ! what! Milestone event! Lin Xian almost couldn't help screaming.

Moreover, she turned to think that Xiao Wanqing retreated with shock and excitement, apparently thinking of something she shouldn't have thought.

Did she notice a little?

Lin Xian had some ecstasy again. She was most afraid of her, unaware, and still regarded her as a harmless child.

Lin Xian tried hard to suppress the corner of her mouth that was about to grind, and waited for the embarrassing Xiao Wanqing to make up an explanation for herself, but found that after Xiao Yuanqing revealed two words, there was no more.

She raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Wanqing suspiciously. She saw her eyes over her and looked straight behind her. Xiao Wanqing just took some lovely panic and shy eyes. At this moment, it is already a dark and indifferent peace. Red lips, squeezed into a straight line infrequently, gentle face, smile, has long disappeared.

Lin Xian froze for a moment, followed her gaze, turned around, trying to find Xiao Wanqing's sight and landing point.

Christmas Eve, although it is not a traditional Chinese festival, in recent years, with the promotion of merchant promotional activities, such festivals have begun to become more popular than traditional festivals. Perhaps it's the weekend, and there are many people in the square. Young men and women come and go, and during the period, there are many families who take the elderly and children together to celebrate. They are either hurriedly walking, or standing still, or whispering, or silently, looking at a glance, but they are just some of the scenes and personnel that are usually visible. Lin Xian looked around and never found out that there was something worth changing Xiao Xiaoqing's look.

She was still looking for the target. In the sight, a couple not far away in front of her, the woman who was holding her waist down and talking sideways to the little girl in front of her suddenly raised her head and turned back. Raised her eyes consciously and looked straight at them.

Almost at the same time, Lin Xian heard Xiao Wanqing's voice softer than usual, sounded softly in her ear: "Is the scheduled time coming soon? Let's go to dinner."

Lin Xian turned around and saw that Xiao Wanqing had turned around and turned his back to them. One step away, her long and thin figure seemed to be isolated from the lively and prosperous here for an instant. She was still naked in the air, and she still had blushing ear tips. At this moment, she had lost blood.

Lin Xian tilted her head, and the woman seemed to be watching them, staring at the thin and thin figure in front of her.

Lin Xian sighed in his heart.

Her bright eyes gradually dimmed, and her face slowly cooled down. She turned around, three steps and two steps to catch up with Xiao Wanqing's steps, and then, extending her hand, the image usually held Xiao Yuanqing hanging on the side of the soft catkin that had been blown by the night wind.

However, Lin Xian's hand had just touched Xiao Wanqing's coldness, and hadn't reached the grip yet. Xiao Wanqing unexpectedly struggled and pulled his hand quickly as if frightened.

Lin Xian stopped all of a sudden, standing blankly at the same place.

Xiao Wanqing's movement of pulling his hands was completely subconscious. After the thoughts gradually returned, she reacted. What she had just done. She slightly shook her fingers and looked at Lin Xian awkwardly, hoping that the girl didn't notice her abnormality. However, the next moment her eyes met, she could see the girl's bright and clear eyes full of loss and injury. Xiao Yuanqing's heart suddenly seemed to be pierced by something.

She bent her lips reluctantly, pulling out a normal arc, and explained apologetically: "I just lost my mind, come, let's go." After all, she reached out and took the initiative to hold Lin Xian softly Warm hands.

Xiao Yunqing didn't know that her smile seemed so far-fetched and distressing to Lin Xian.

Lin Xian gave Xiao Wanqing a deep look, and then her eyes narrowed, holding her hand a little harder, a gloomy glance in her eyes.

Wen Tong said only two or three months ago that the woman was about to have a second child. However, just now, the woman's stomach was already pregnant, and it didn't look like it was only two or three months old.

Now that I have chosen a new life and betrayed so thoroughly, why is it still the same, coincidental and entangled? Lin Xian was annoyed.

Soon, Lin Xian adjusted his emotions, concealed the imperceptible anger in his eyebrows, raised his head and raised his eyebrows to Xiao Wanqing's beautiful smile. She seemed to have forgotten the unpleasant episode of Fang Cai, and said to Xiao Xiaoqing with a smile, "Aunt Xiao, your hands are so cold."

Xiao Wanqing heard the words, stopped the divergent thoughts, and cheered Lin Xian's hand gently to joke: "So you need a small heater to help me warm up."

Lin Xian's eyebrows were bent, following the words, he turned sideways and took Xiao Wanqing's hand. She held Xiao Wanqing's hands with both hands, lifted it to her chest, rubbed it gently, lowered her head and sighed warmly, smiled and smiled: "Is it warmer then?"

Xiao Wanqing stared at Lin Xian's clumsy and lovely movements, and there was a pure smile from the heart. She opened her brows, spread her five fingers to hold Lin Xian's hand, took her hand and put it in her trench coat pocket, and answered Lin Xian softly: "Well, it's very warm." The action, naturally And casual.

Lin Xian felt the heat surrounded by his hands, and quickly disappeared. He was close to Xiao Wanqing and stood side by side with her.

In Yu Guangzhong, she glimpsed that the woman was still looking at them.

The restaurant that Lin Xian ordered, unexpectedly by Xiao Wanqing, was in a secluded alley outside the square. The whole alley is different from the crowd in the square. There are very few pedestrians and passing passengers in a hurry. Outside the restaurant, the bricks and tiles are mottled, forming a sharp contrast with the bright and bright wall opposite the alley. In the crack of the door, there was a faint singing voice, and in the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dim and warm light came out.

Quite a little hidden in the world.

Xiao Yuanqing pushed the door into the room, first entering a dim and warm to some dazzling light.

The restaurant is in the Gothic style, with warm yellow retro wallpaper on all four walls. The old wall lamps hanging on the four walls also flash bright but unobtrusive yellow light. Floor-to-ceiling windows chicly cut out the top of the triangular frame with primary colors of bricks and tiles. On the side of the bar opposite, there is also a retro, elegant, and realistically lit fireplace. By the fireplace, a special corner was opened, and many musical instruments were placed, like there are often bands performing on weekdays.

At this moment, the old gramophone similar to Xiao Yunqing's house is spinning tirelessly, and the singular singing flows gently...

Lin Xian quietly looked at Xiao Wanqing's look, and saw that the sweet face of his sweetheart was obviously appreciative and amazing, and he was relieved a little under his heart.

In high school, she had copied Zhang Ailing's classic sentences for the accumulation of composition materials, good words and good sentences, and scattered. In the impression, there is a sentence that likes a person, will humble into the dust, and then bloom flowers. At that time, she wrote an excerpt, and felt that the sentence was beautiful, but abstracted so elusively that she could not taste.

Tonight, she and Xiao Wanqing sat opposite each other. Her mind was attached to Xiao Wanqing every minute. Her mood was like riding a roller coaster. Following the mood of Xiao Wanqing, she rose and fell, and gradually tasted the taste of this sentence.

The waiter brought the menu, and the two ordered the meal alternately. Lin Xian saw Xiao Wanqing always looking at the rich variety of musical instruments over the bar, so he made a mysterious saying: "Here there are no orchestras stationed on weekdays, but there are very complete instruments. Aunt Xiao, guess why?"

Xiao Wanqing's delicate brows frowned slightly, thinking a little, and pondered, "Is it for people who eat?"

Lin Xian nodded and praised without hesitation: "Aunt Xiao, you're so smart, I guessed it." There were seven or eight young men and women sitting at the table not far in front of the room. Cheers.

A boy, came out of the roar, came to the bar, and sat in a chair in front of the microphone. He took a guitar and plucked the strings gently, making a clear and sweet sound. The boy looked soft, looking at the side of the table, and said magnetically to the microphone: "Su Xinyao, this song is for you."

He plucked the strings, and the sweet melody flowed out from under his fingers.

Offstage, the sound of coaxing was louder than the sound of music.

Lin Xian looked at the boy on the lips with a smile, involuntarily reached into the pocket of his woolen coat, and touched the piece of music that was folded into a square rule, feeling nervous and a little anticipating.

I don't know, what kind of reaction will Aunt Xiao see when she comes to power? Will she remember the child words she promised to her back then?

She couldn't help looking at Xiao Wanqing with a soft heart, and her heart was ups and downs, and her dreams were connected.

Will she be pleasantly surprised? She had never seen it before, and Xiao Wanqing was completely surprised. That should be, how attractive it is?

However, she looked closely, but found that Xiao Wanqing looked sideways at the stage, her face was cold, and she looked long and thoughtless. Her brows were closed, her eyes were heavy, and her lips even had a bitter sneer that made Lin Xian startled.

Lin Xianxin shivered slightly, shook his fist, and carefully asked Xiao Wanqing: "Aunt Xiao, do you not like it?" Don't like the environment here, don't like the atmosphere here, or don't like the way boys express themselves, Lin Xian asked Not clear.

The boys finished playing and singing, and with a round of applause, they confessed affectionately to the audience: "Su Xinyao, be my girlfriend."

Xiao Yuanqing withdrew his gaze, moved the cup in front of him gently, and unconsciously focused on the water marks that had been opened circle by circle, long eyelashes flickering, for a while, and said lightly: "Maybe, I don't like it very much."

She knew that she was angry.

Was it to blame Yan Jia, in her life, there were too many and too deep marks? Should she blame herself? She has a good memory and a strong association? What she had just glimpsed in the square was the familiar and unfamiliar woman with a big belly and piss, and her lips and even the bitter smile gradually disappeared.

Lin Xian touched the squared sheet of music, listening to the answer given by Xiao Wanqing in her unfamiliar tone, watching her look down again, the fiery anticipation and joy in her heart, as if she was being caught in a pot of cold water Extinguished in an instant, all of a sudden, completely destroyed, so cold.

The boy's confession at that table didn't wait for a long time for the girl's consent. After the atmosphere solidified for a long time, the commotion rang again, but it was a young girl who left her meal and pushed away without looking back.

Lin Xian thought, today, the time is right and the people are harmonious.

She lowered her eyes, and in her pocket, clasped the thin, well-understood piece of music tightly, rubbing it into a ball, quietly...

It's like, Xiao Yunqing pinched the flower in her heart, and the flower-bone flower just out of the dust was quietly quietly...

The author has something to say: Lin Xian turns over the old account: you say you don't like it!

Aunt Xiao kissed her: Because I only like you.